This is how I feel, friends. You are good enough friends of mine that I know we can share our opinions like normal people. This Family we are all in cannot exist without diversity. How do I feel about the way things have went? The way that my country has not made a dent In … Continue reading How Do I Feel?
Author: T. Dusenvolt
This Is the Day
Yes, this is a poem about Election Day, but it's also about 2020 in general. This is my opinion, and I know that y'all are good enough friends with me that we can share our opinions like rational human beings. Enjoy! This is the day that we waited for. This is the day that we … Continue reading This Is the Day
Different
Sorry I'm late! Different, I'm different, I'm different, they say. Different than what? What makes me that way? What makes weak skin desirable? Sunburns beautiful? Different, I'm different, You're different than me, I'm different than the jazzy chocolate tones of the Stolen, A history beyond slavery, a future beyond discrimination, They know how to make … Continue reading Different
The Zwillings Pt. 8
In which we see the world. And with this final thought, Marie entered the room. Thinking only of getting into the laundry cart, she took two acrobatic leaps and dove headfirst into the cart, only to hit the bottom of it. The teen on her back gave a dangerously loud yelp. Marie exhaled for the … Continue reading The Zwillings Pt. 8
A Poem I Wrote Because I was Angry.
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be put in a limerick against you. JK =) Aargh! quacked the dog as he woke from his bed, He'd had no sleep and hit his head And the Lao jumped over a loon. Shirt! barked the duck as he swam in … Continue reading A Poem I Wrote Because I was Angry.
The Incredible House of Duggins Pt. 2
"Anubis!" Jemima laughed, and at that a black hound taller than a man leapt onto her. The beast then started to lick her face profusely, to the evident pleasure of the small girl. Eventually she managed to wrestle him off, but the dog continued to bark and prance about her bed as if it hadn't … Continue reading The Incredible House of Duggins Pt. 2
The Incredible House of Duggins Pt. 1
Jemima Duggins was a collector. She had traveled all the world over in search of the strange, dangerous, and downright wacky. Her knowledge of mystical relics and haunted castles was as wide as the sea. She was also only eleven years of age, but if you asked anyone who knew her, you would find that … Continue reading The Incredible House of Duggins Pt. 1
The Sowers
This is a poem that I thought would be short, but turned out being quite lengthy. For a friend through the years. There is a monstrous smoke-belching pit, So big that it's eating the world. It's slowly pulling all people in All to the depths of the earth. This pit has been pulling for eons … Continue reading The Sowers
The Zwillings Part 7
In which we plan the escape. For the firstborn Darter. Marie put her face in her hand. She grumbled an unintelligible string of annoyance and looked back at Hunter. "So," she sighed, "what now? I mean you have a kid on your back and I'm not as good a shot as you, judging by the … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 7
The Zwillings Part 6
In which we run. Dedicated to Chae. And at that, a miracle opened her eyes for the first time. The girl shifted in the bed, sitting up slowly. He eyes fluttered, and she looked around, yawning. She was actually very good looking, but the boy obviously didn't care. In seconds, he was pulling her off … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 6
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